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Robyn Hood: Hunted
Tracked and hunted. The green clothed woman ran through the forest, reaching for an arrow from the quiver on her back. She loaded her bow and released it into the dark.
"Ahh!" a voice yelled out in pain from within the darkness.
She stopped and reached for another arrow. The night was silent. She was alerted by the echoing sound of a cracking branch. She cautiously held her bow and arrow in place. Suddenly, something jumped at her from behind. She heard it and quickly reacted, killing her attacker.
"A wolf?" she asked herself.
She took her eyes off the dead wolf and looked around her as several people slowly appeared from the darkness. Just as she reached for an arrow, a man wielding a sword charged at her. With no time to reload her bow, she grabbed the arrow and stabbed the man in the neck. As he fell to the ground, the rest ran towards her. She pulled out an arrow and hit one right in the eye. A woman came at her with two swords. Robyn slid under the oncoming swords and threw an arrow into the back of the woman's head. Two more attacked her from behind, so she grabbed one of the swords on the ground and slit their throats. As she glared at the rest, they fled.
"Cowards," she uttered.
Just as she thought it was over.
"You forgot me," a soft voice said.
From the shadows, a blonde woman in red walked towards Robyn, holding two blades.
"Who the hell are you?" Robyn asked the girl in red.
"I'm just little red riding hood," she answered.
"Guess you're just another hired gun. Well, no gun."
"Bingo!" she yelled as she rushed towards Robyn with her two daggers.
Quickly, the girl attacked her. Robyn shot an arrow directly at her head, but she dodged it went for her jugular. Robyn avoided her attack and struck her with a hard kick. Robyn immediately ran deeper into the woods, followed by the woman in red. Cloaked by the dark, Robyn hid. Just as she thought she lost her, the woman in red came at her from a tree, snapping her bow in half as she tried blocking with it. No longer of any use, Robyn discarded it and held the sword she picked up earlier. The woman in red jumped at Robyn, but she countered with the sword, landing deep cut in the woman's arm.
"I'll kill you," she yelled, "you stupid bitch!"
Robyn awaited her next attack, but not what actually came. From behind, the sharp teeth of a wolf dug into her shoulder. She kicked it off and rolled away. Before she could recover, the woman attacked.
"Never take your eye off your opponent!" she yelled as she attacked Robyn. Her blades, like fangs.
Robyn managed to escape, but not unharmed. She looked at the woman and the wolf. Then it hit her.
"You're controlling the wolves, aren't you?" Robyn asked.
"Wolves can't be controlled. They attack on instinct and act unpredictably," she said.
"So, you're saying they're attacking me at random?"
"That's not what I'm saying, but does it doesn't matter, you're dead either way."
"Guess it doesn't," Robyn said.
The woman came at her again. With a split second to react, Robyn severed the wolfs head, then countered the woman's attack.
"You're really good," she said as she jumped back.
Robyn ran towards the woman, sword in hand, aiming for her neck. The woman ducked, then cut Robyn in the chest, severing the strap that held her quiver.
"Why the hell won't you people just leave me alone?" Robyn asked.
The woman laughed.
"Leave you alone?" she asked. "No one's going to leave you alone until you're dead. It's all your fault that we're here to kill you. It can only end two ways. Either we kill you, or you kill all of us. Unfortunately for you, there's more of us."
"I'll do what I have to do. Don't expect any mercy though."
The woman chuckled. "I don't expect what I don't give."
The woman threw a dagger at Robyn, then followed it. Robyn dodged, but before she could react again, the woman delivered a hard kick to her back. Robyn moved away before the woman could land another hit.
"Looks like the fight's finally taking its toll on you," the woman grinned.
"I'll kill you."
Robyn and the woman met blade with blade.
"This isn't going to end well for you!" the woman yelled. "Maybe you should just die!"
She disarmed Robyn just as she tried striking her with the sword. Just as she tried finishing Robyn off with the sword, Robyn grabbed an arrow from her quiver on the ground and planted it into the woman's chest. Stunned, the woman fell to the ground.
"Even if you kill me, more will just come. We'll never stop hunting you," the woman said.
Robyn stood over the dying woman in red. "Then I'll keep running. When I get tired of running, I'll just have to kill them too."
The woman chuckled, then shut her eyes. Robyn exhaled and fell to the ground, exhausted. She stared at the night sky. Her short break came to an end when she heard a branch crack. She took a deep breath, then got back up. She picked the sword and he woman's dagger off the ground. Around her, countless people slowly closed in on her. She grasped the weapons tightly. Blood running down her body.
"Guess I'm not done quite yet."
Miles outside of New York city, invisible to the human world, the is a huge expanse of land where the none-human fables make their home. The trolls and ogres and Tree people. Faye and talking animals. A large community called the farm. This is also where activities like fight training happen. Robyn Hood flipped backwards just as Red scissored her blades where Robyn's neck had been previously, and landed perfectly on her feet, sword held at ready. "Hey! Tinkerbell didn't tell you to take my head off. Did she?" She stood and slowly circled Red. Her steps were sure and well practiced from months of sword training with the Headless Horseman.
"She told me to train you for battle. Do you suppose the tin soldiers will tickle you to death when the time comes?" Red Riding Hood asked. "They don't take prisoners. And neither shall we. So you must be ready to administer a killing blow, and to avoid one." They had been training hard all morning, but Red seemed tireless. Robyn on the other hand was tired and achy. She was the first new fable born in two hundred years or better, and did not have Red's popularity. Hence she couldn't match Red for strength or endurance. She was fleeter of foot though.
"That's much better than being talked to death." Robyn smirked. Something about danger made her giddy. It made her want to dance with it a little closer. Maybe it came from being the daughter of Robin Hood. Or maybe she was just an adrenaline junkie. That was Humpty dumpty's unprofessional opinion. Like he had room to talk, with that entire wall sitting spell he went through in his youth.
"There's no time in battle for clever comebacks." Red replied, and rushed at Robyn. Robyn threw her sword at Reds body with shocking speed. As Red dodged left, the sword almost grazed the skin on her side. She stopped suddenly, her hood jerked against her throat as something caught her cape. Before she could recover, Robyn slammed a green boot into the side of Red's face, knocking her to the ground.
"Is there time for clever come backs now?" Robyn asked, as she pulled up her sword, unpinning Red's cape from the ground. She resisted the urge to snicker, and failed miserably.
"Well done. But tin soldiers don't wear capes." She wiped blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, hiding a smile. Robyn's fighting skills were improving every day.
"Gee, even your compliments sound negative. That must take a lot of practice." Robyn stood loosely, but didn't sheath her weapon. Training wasn't over till Red said it was over. She had only made that mistake once when she had just begun her training. Robyn warily watched Red climb to her feet. Above her, seated comfortably in the crook of a tree branch sat Boots the cat, aka Puss in boots. The former resident of Diddle was lazily strumming his fiddle, and watching the two girls going at it. It was more fun way to kill the day then stalking the three blind mice.
"Prepare to defend yourself again." Red took her fighting stance. "Engarde." Several fables had gathered around to watch the training session. Excitement was in short supply at the farm.
"I feel for that Robyn girl." Cheshire cat materialized on the branch besides Boots. Why he chose to stay on the farm was anyone's guess since he could be invisible. And could thus live anywhere he wished. Then again, the Wonder landers tended to be an odd lot anyway. "Red has her hackles up now."
"Oh?" Boots raised his hat and looked at Cheshire with one eye. "Don't count Robyn out. Girls got natural fighting talent. And she’s trained since she was a young girl. Girls got the fight of a dragon."
"And Red is a dragon slayer." Cheshire retorted. "She hasn't really been trying so far."
"Care to wager on that?" Boots pulled a gold coin from his boot. It was the same gold coin that had cycled around the farm since it was founded. It had no status. And it belonged to whoever held it at the moment.
"If you just want to lose the coin, that’s fine with me." Cheshire shrugged, and grinned.
"Alright. Let’s make it a real show then." Boots picked up his fiddle and bow and began to play a jaunty number.
Red slashed at Robyn with her knives as music started playing from the trees. Robyn blocked one with her sword, but the second nicked her shoulder. "Ahhhh! No fair! I was distracted." Robyn grumbled, as she took a defensive stance, and held her bleeding shoulder with one hand.
"Distractions will happen on the battlefield. There will be people screaming and crying. People dying.”
She slashed at Robyn again who deflected, but took a savage punch to the jaw. "Your only concern in battle is your opponent." She slashed down with one blade, and thrust forward with the other. Robyn knocked one blade away with her sword, and grabbed Red's other arm with her hurt arm.
"Do you have a war platitude about faking injuries?" Robyn asked, and head-butted Red hard enough to see stars herself. Her celebration was short lived, as she realized she had shown up her trainer in front of half the farm.
"Well done. You've graduated from hand to hand combat." Red grunted, ignoring Robyn's offered hand as she climbed to her feet. "But on the battlefield you will face multiple opponents." On cue, the headless horsemen stepped from the crowd, swinging a broadsword in one hand with casual grace. His black leather and chains were pretty scary in the nineteenth century. By today's standards of edgy, his outfit was pretty tame.
"Such a lovely head. It will make a fine addition to my collection." She could feel him leering at her, despite his lack of a head. He was one of the creepier fables on the farm. After Medusa that was